Our friend, I’ll call her Tammy, mentioned with a shudder, that their miniature schnauzer (hereinafter known as Ruby), sometimes would . . . umm . . . eat those droppings she should have left far behind.

Yes, this was during dinner – now you know why there was more talk and laughter than eating.

Moving on . . .

Tammy had read, recently, that this usually indicated a lack of potassium.

6 comments:

Timely post LOL. One of our rescues WAITS to eat the other's droppings. It has been suggested that we put hot sauce on them but we pick it up every day and it wouldn't save any time. It's a matter of getting outside 'just in the nick of time' before they have a chance. But I am going to try the banana. THANKS

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